Good morning. What can I do for you?" I remembered the conversation with Robert."I'm panicking I'm afraid. Can you help me? I'm helping Robert - Dr Wh...tehead - entertain some French guests this weekend. There are two more or less formal dinners and - I can't go in jeans. I've already committed the dress I've got to a - well I want to keep it secret. I'm sorry it's such short notice, but I've only just realised."What's going on? Helping Robert entertain. Things must have moved on apace since. As we talked, my wife did what she had planned. She gradually opened a few buttons on her blouse, asking us if that looked ok. We obviously said yes, so my wife gradually opened all her buttons, showing at first cleavage, then slowly caressing one breast and revealing it fully. She then did the same to the other breast. Her skirt was quite short anyway, and it didn’t need much raising for Richard and I to get a clear view of her pants.By now both Richard and I had erections, both highly visible. That was what he had been taught. His instantaneous assessment was that the occupants of the vans intended to either kill or capture one or more of his group. No, if killing had been the objective, they would have just opened fire, not boxed them in as they had. It must be a kidnapping. As far as tactics, they most likely intended to trap him and the others in the Suburban. Then, they could carry out their plan in a controlled manner.The first defensive step was to try to destroy the attackers'. There’ll be two guards all the time until you get released. I’m going to leave now but I’ll be back tomorrow to see you. If you need me call my cell.’ ‘Where are you going Rollie?’ Jessica asked as she followed him into the hallway, ‘I’m going to find out everything I can about the Daltons and put a stop to this protection racket.’ He put his arm around Jessica, pulled her close, and gave her a quick but emotion filled kiss. ‘Why were you so mad when I came back into Ted’s room?’ She was.